i was almost an abortion

Friday, January 4, 2013


"HUNG?"   "LIMITS?"   "INTO?"

everybody these days is a porn star.
if you don't have a porn clip online somewhere, if not, then, why not?
you must have a pic of your asshole, 
cock, as well a face
(which strangely enough is the one photo people feel nervous about sending)
if you want to get laid.
because, no one nowhere, no how
will even meet for coffee without the solid guarantee that
underneath the Banana Republic 
khakis and oxford,
there is a 9 inch fat swollen party cock and
a bubble butt that matches 
to a handsome chiseled face.
at the same time, the ones who usually ask for everything
are the ones least likely to have clear pics of what they require to send back.
if you go onto Grindr, Scruff, whatever,
you have to make sure that you have set up on your account a way for everyone 
(well, just the ones you want to see)
to see your asshole, cock n face.
or else...
they will stop talking,
and even block you.
the best trick is when someone asks you to open our pics,
and after you do, 
you ask for them to return the favor
but then Grindr tells you 
no such account exists...
they obviously didn't like what they saw, so...
bye bye.
nothing more.
so this asshole who has just seen 
YOUR asshole, literally,
and hated it..
has had the power to delete and bar you 
from every getting the opportunity 
to judge them back.
and so, 
that's the way the world turns my friends.
be pushy.
be rude,
be obnoxious,
and cowardly.
show everyone your asshole spread eagle,
or else...
some nasty queen will block, 
snub and judge you..
so, deal with it.
cause it aint gonna change.

Cyndi Lauper - Time After Time ( Josh Harris remix)

Cyndi Lauper - Time After Time ( Josh Harris remix)

it hadn't been even 24 hours since he said the things he said that he thought were profound.
well, profound enough to put a dent into the huge mess he himself had swore he was never going to be in again. how could he be right back at square one in so little time?
time after time he climbed up, then fell back down. what was left for him now seemed like his only last choice...there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. he had backed himself into a corner, and felt he had nothing left deep inside.
his intentions were always for the best, but his intentions were also not supported by his emotions, which were fragile, or his situation, which was getting worse. usually somewhere along the way, he had had someone else there to push and encourage him...but at this moment he was alone.

he hated to be alone. it was too scary, too easy to fall off track.
but was it, he thought, possible to keep anyone on his side when he wasn't even sure he would be there if he didn't have to be. he would probably have given up on himself too, if he could. it was impossible to ask anyone for anymore. selfish to reach out a hand when he was the one who always pulled away when they reached back...why should anyone be anywhere in his radius when he continued to disappoint them again and again. he had proved them right many times, now it was only up to him to take back the reigns and ride that white horse into the sunset, for the stampede he rode in on had taken another path home, a straight and narrow trail, while his was forever uphill, winding and steep that had no guard rails, only luck that kept him on his path this far.

but his luck was wearing out...
less than 24 hours ago he had hope. now, he wasn't really sure what he had anymore. but, he guessed, it was time he found out.